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Disclaimers made in the first chapter! Let us begin, shall we?

Aberrational Selection

Chapter 3: Night Terror

The room was horribly dim. Issei hadn't chosen to keep it that way, but it was the only option he had. Candles didn't exactly produce much light, but it was enough light to help him walk without hitting anything while he cooked food for himself and Koneko. The first steak of the four he found had already been cooked and eaten—or more like devoured. The poor slab of meat stood no chance against him as he tore at it like a famished animal, leaving absolutely nothing left except for gristle he hadn't been able to chew.

He placed the second cut of the cooked steak carefully onto a white-porcelain plate just after he finished cooking it, served with chopped carrots and whatever other vegetables he found in the refrigerator. He held the plate of food in one hand and a glass of water in the other and began moving carefully to the room Koneko had slept in.

He was about to call out to the girl and wake her, but he paused the moment he saw her. She hugged one of her few pillows, nuzzling her head into the soft and cushiony object. She shifted onto her stomach at some point in her sleep and used the pillow she hugged as a support to keep her body elevated. Her injured ankle hadn't moved too much, and the ice still rested on it.

He moved carefully, trying not to wake her. Yet, he couldn't help himself but look at her, the expression she held was different from the usual expressions he had seen. Where she had once held all her cold and unwelcoming expression, was now replaced with expressions he enjoyed much less. Discomfort and—dare he say it—longing.

Placing the food and drink on the table beside her bed, he moved his hand to shake her awake.

"Don't… leave me." Mumbled Koneko.

Issei paused, stopping his hand mid-movement. Was she dreaming of him leaving her? He moved his hand quickly, placing it gently on her shoulder and shaking her awake.

"Koneko. Wake up, I have some food for you to eat." Spoke Issei, gently. Her eyes opened slowly, and she turned to look up at him with heavy eyes, weighed down by sleep.

"…Issei?" asked Koneko as her eyes met his, realization spread across her eyes like ink spreading on parchment paper. The expressions she once held in her sleep reverted to the dull and monotonous expression she usually held while she had been with him.

He flinched away. He could very clearly tell that Koneko did not likehim in any way. For a moment, he thought he had been making progress, but clearly, he was wrong to have assumed that. While knowing that simple fact made him feel horrible on the inside, he couldn't bring himself to feel any different towards the injured girl.

He just couldn't. He remembered all the times he had been beaten by the girls in the Kendo club, bruised and bleeding, but he could never bring himself to hate them. He thought it was fair, he had done something deserving of such punishments after all, though maybe not such an extreme degree of punishment was needed, he couldn't blame them.

Just the same, he wouldn't abandon this girl. No matter how many scenarios the cunning side of his brain ran through, he tossed them all aside in favor of her. He had already decided, that even if she hated him until his untimely demise, he would still do his best to help her. At least until she didn't need him anymore. An eventuality that would become more likely with time.

"Yeah, it's me. I told you I wouldn't abandon you. Here, I've cooked some food that was in the refrigerator. You need to eat for energy." Issei stated, handing her the food as she sat up on the bed. "I'll leave you to it then, call me if you need anything."

"Please… stay." Koneko softly requested.

"Alright." He agreed, stepping away slightly and easing himself to the ground to sit. He watched with his back leaned against the wall that held the window, watched as she eyed and picked at the food with the silverware he had given her, as if she was hesitant to eat it.

"You're… a lot different than I expected." Koneko spoke out cautiously. She felt like she was walking on thin ice that had already begun to crack.

"I am? How so?"

"I thought you would be… different." Koneko breathed out slowly. Issei only continued to look at her, waiting for a further explanation. "I thought you would be… ignorant. Self-centered. Arrogant. A perverted lecher."

All of those horrible things stabbed at him as she spoke them, her views of him hurting him in waves. He felt small. He felt crushed. Humiliated. And yet, he knew the last one was true. It was all fair, but that didn't make it any easier to bear. Had people really thought all of those things about him? Was that the reputations he had built for himself over the years? Being a pervert was one thing, but all those others too?

"But… you've been kind. Nothing but kind. Caring. Courageous. Selfless." She added shortly after. "I know you're a pervert. But to be all those other things too… I refuse to believe you're a bad person. You helped me with no incentive and continue to do so even after getting me to safety."

The crushing weight had been lifted, but another weight still lingered. He was thankful the girl's views of him had improved, but he was only human. He couldn't help but let things get to him. And the first words she spoke had utterly torn him apart. Without knowing what to do or say, he leaned his head downward.

"I'm glad you think better of me." Replied Issei, his voice filled with sadness.

Sadness that she noticed.

"So," Koneko began, thinking the best action was to change topics. "How long do you think until all this boils over?"

"Boils over?"

"You know… how long until this calms down?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure it ever will. I mean you saw the storm, what's to say it won't come back?" Issei expressed his worry, thinking carefully about everything. "This is it."

"What do you mean 'this is it?'"

"Exactly what I said." Issei began. "We've observed this through history and many people have analyzed it. Society isn't as robust as we'd all love to believe. All it takes is one big event, one bad virus, one bad day. Something exactly like this. Astorm more electric than a plasma ball that stops electronics from working and kills people who stand outside when its above."

Koneko froze for a moment, her hand up and a slice of the steak on the fork she held. She hadn't noticed the lack of lighting; she had been too occupied with her injured leg. But now that she noticed, her brain worked faster than it ever had before.

And she also hadn't noticed how all this had been on him. She had more experience with the supernatural things than he did, and she wasn't handling everything very well either. She couldn't imagine how it all felt with him, but it was clearly enough to put him on edge.

For a moment she felt an urge to reach out to him, to offer him her hand. To support him. But she couldn't bring herself to act on it.

"Look… I'm sorry. It's been a long day; I don't mean to seem rude." Issei apologized. "But listen, I don't know much. But what I do know, is that I am going to my grandparent's home in the mountains and I'm taking you with me. Even if you hate me—"

"I don't hate you." Koneko quickly interjected. That much was true, she certainly didn't hate him. How could she hate the man who risked his own life to save hers?

"—I chose to help you. I wanted to help you. I won't abandon you and I'll do everything I can to support you and keep you safe until you don't need me anymore. After that, you can do whatever you want." Issei continued his explanation.

She listened to him intently, carefully listening to every word he spoke to her. She was thankful for him. So very thankful. Without her devil powers, she wouldn't make it alone and she knew it. She might have had the knowledge to survive, and she definitely wanted to survive, but the proof of her survival chance had already been proven in the storm.

"What if… I want to stay with you?" Koneko asked him, moving the fork into her mouth and biting the steak.

The juicy meat practically melted in her mouth as she chewed. She was impressed at how perfect he had prepared it. It was a perfectly cooked medium-rare cut seasoned with pepper. Simple, but with a mouth-watering flavor.

"Then you can stay with me." Issei offered, as if the answer had been obvious from the start.

She was happy with his words and continued eating, taking a second slice of steak to eat. Then she had a third, and a fourth. Somewhere while she had eaten, she had completely forgotten about their conversation. She had been hungry, extremely hungry. And because of that, she focused only on eating after her question had been answered.

The steak was good. Really good. Probably as good as Akeno's own. Maybe better.

"This is… very good." Koneko praised him after swallowing what she had been chewing.

"I'm glad! My father taught me how to cook all kinds of things. Steak was one of his favorite meat dishes, cooked it at least once a week. I wasn't sure how you would like to have the steak cooked, so I figured medium-rare would be a good place to start." Issei added with pride, smiling at Koneko's compliment.

After his comment, their conversation once more came to a staggering halt. His eyes began to droop as he felt a heavy weight on them. His lack of sleep was getting the better of him and it showed. Slowly, he began to close his eyes. He needed to rest.

Yes. That's what he needed.

Sleep.

Only moments before his eyes had closed for the last time, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. A smile. Yes, Koneko smiled at him.

And then his vision went black.

Koneko couldn't help but to smile at him as he passed out against the wall. He did have a long day. They both had a long day. But he stayed awake to watch out for her and cook them food. She admired the resiliency he had. She also admired his caring side.

Yes, she was starting to like him. Not in a romantic way, but a friendly way. So far, her first face-to-face impression of him was great. The bad news she had heard about him had all been written over by his actions towards her today.

He could be trusted; she could see that from just looking at his face. And while she knew that sounded like some hippie bullshit, she was a good judge of character. She guessed that had something to do with her Nekomata powers rather than instinct, but that was beside the point. She was intuitive, she could read people. She was sure that was one way she could be useful to him on the road. Her ability to read people would be valuable when paired with his practical skills and aptitude, she was sure of that much.

She continued to eat the rest of the food he had cooked for her while he slept. She wished he could have at least chosen a more comfortable spot for himself to rest, but she wouldn't dare wake him. Her eyes landed on his face and a smile spread across her face.

For the first time today, she smiled.

She was sure that to some he may have seemed crazy. But she knew better than to think that, he was just being cautious. She couldn't blame him for that. Just as much as she also couldn't blame him for his blunt responses to her questions. She knew that inside him; he was suffering the same as everyone else. Like her, he was worried about what the future would look like. Like her, he was worried about his family the same as she was worried about Rias, Akeno and Kiba. She could relate to him.

Finishing the plate of food that Issei had brought her, she sat the clean plate down onto the table and grabbed the glass of water that she had ignored. In addition to being extremely hungry, she had also been parched, so she chugged down the refreshing glass of water in only seconds. She wanted to ask for another, but she figured it could wait until morning. Or she could get it herself if she was careful enough.

She shook that thought from her head. Issei had been so adamant to stop her from applying weight onto her ankle that he even bridal carried her. She wouldn't risk hurting herself after all he had done for her. She laid back on the bed, facing him and grabbed the pillow.

Usually, she preferred to sleep alone. But tonight, there was a comfort in knowing he was there. Nuzzling back into her pillow and throwing the covers over herself, she closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.

No longer dreaming of being left alone in all of this. No longer dreaming of being alone.

The blank darkness that had once made Issei's dreams suddenly shifted, and he found himself to be acutely aware. Now he found himself standing on stones, staring down a dark, dank path that gave him chills. Stars and constellations swirled above his head as far as he could see, phasing in and blinking away. Though, the more horrifying of things was that he could feel. He could feel the cold, uncomfortable moisture that hung in the air around him. As the stars moved, shadows danced on the ground before him, moving as if they had been disturbed by flickering lights, as if they were alive. For a moment, he felt like he was inside some creature, and if it wasn't for the stars above, it would have been more believable. He knew, without a doubt, he was dreaming.

But it wasn't a normal dream by any means. It felt too… real.

"It has begun…"

Issei snapped his head around, looking for the origin of the voice he had just heard. But as he turned, his eyes only met the wet walls of a stone corridor, lit only by the hanging stars above through a lack of ceiling. As he turned his head again, the corridor stretched endlessly behind him, into darkness he couldn't understand.

"It has always been this way…"

"Who's there?" shouted Issei, not moving an inch. Worry began to grow in him as he felt his heartrate spike.

"What's this? A human in our domain?" A cold and horrible voice boomed.

As Issei heard the voice, his head began to throb in pain.

"No… not a human. Something else. You have the scent of the Red Dragon."

"What do you mean? Where am I?" Issei asked out through gritted teeth. Each time the voice spoke to him, cold and ancient, it brought a new wave of pain. But his curiosity got the better of him.

"This is the darkness. This is our domain."

"Who are you?" Issei steadily asked, the pain in his head fading away. He moved on from the first question he asked.

"You don't know? We know you as you know us. The virgin, the self-centered pervert who feels so lost in the world we have created. The valiant child of sin, without parents and not knowing of their fate. We know you; we know who you are with. The fragile girl, so far from home, running from sister dearest."

A horrible, creeping feeling came over Issei. He shook his head. This was all just a bad dream. There was no reason for him to feel terrified. So, why did he feel so terrified when the voice seemed to know him so well? And his parents… did it know something he didn't?

"What are you?" issei asked quickly, his heat pounding and his head throbbing.

"We are the ones who dwell within. We are the rage, vile and voracity. Princes of the Fallen and Lords of Darkness. We are the enemy, the sin and the fear. The thought of us is eternal; in the hearts of men and women, behind their desires, obsecrate and lust."

"What is your name?" Issei asked his last question.

"We are the ones who dwell within. We are many."

"Be si engwon klezú sro."

The scene suddenly shifted. The stones moved and the stars blinked and swirled as if thousands of years came and went in the blink of an eye, and the scene that stumbled into view before him was a city. A familiar city.

Kuoh laid out before him, a city of ruins. House walls laid in piles of rubble, shattered and broken buildings filled his vision. A horrible black smoke hung in the night sky above, releasing an erratic display of electricity down onto the world below with an evil screech. Bodies lay riddled on the streets, ripped and torn apart, the gutters that had been meant for the irrigation of water in rain had been replaced by streams of red, stones and once well-kept houses had been stained red by blood. Screams finally filled his ears, pleas of help and cries of misery.

People around him charged, whatever weapons they found drawn in desperation against people-shaped things he couldn't understand. Some people lagged behind others, frozen in place by the fear of what they were charging against. Farm tools and blades clashed, but it wasn't into metal. There was no sound of steel grinding against steel, no sign of struggle or damage from the things those pitchforks, and blades collided with.

No, the enemy that stood before them was something he was terrified by.

The sights and sounds of slaughter, the sounds of battle cries and chanting didn't compare to the screeching sounds of the people-shaped things that stood before him. This wasn't a skirmish or battle… it wasn't even a defense. It was a slaughter and the people of Kuoh were trapped inside of a cage that they constructed themselves, like pigs in line for butchering.

Panic clawed at the back of his mind, but he couldn't run. He couldn't make a sound; he couldn't even force himself to look away. He could only watch as the things began to inflict their atrocities on innocent lives without discrimination, the defenseless women and children were left for slaughter, left for sacrifice to buy only seconds of time. The smaller horrors rushed forward, sacrificing themselves just to kill a single person. They killed without meaning or purpose, leaving whatever they slaughtered behind to rot, or perhaps to join their army of cursed slayers.

By the end of it all, houses burned, the survivors inside burnt alive without a care or regard. The creatures that looked like humans reproduced in a macabre style, leaving their spawn in the bodies of the dead to grow as wiggling, writhing messes. Just as he felt the bile form in his throat, he couldn't seem to get it out. Gagging came instead, but there was nothing to throw up in his dreams.

Demons. That was the only names he could think of that were fitting enough for such monstrous outgrowths of his mental range. They were rage in the flesh. Brutal. Without mercy. Utterly relentless.

The scene left a horrendous taste on his tongue and a burning hole in his weeping heart. This wasn't the imitations, or the fakes that had been called demons out of fear—these were real. They looked like humans, possessed humans… and they were horrifying.

They came and swept through Kuoh like a wildfire, their sole purpose to inflict as much suffering and pain to their victims as possible. Like a swarm of locusts, they came in the thousands and crashed down on the innocent lives of the cities like a tidal wave, sparing none from their onslaught. Their bodies were torment and chaos given form, and the hands that they wielded was purely used for agony; there was no defense against it, only inevitable torture. Body and soul were ripped apart, the flesh tenderized and corrupted beyond understanding, the soul painfully warped and processed into nothing more than anger, forever trapped behind eyes of loathing black to suffer in silent agony.

To die by their hands was damnation of the highest order, for those who fell to their wrath soon became elements of that torture themselves. And the cycle never stopped. Even with their entrails hanging from their sides, their limbs shredded to bloody pieces of mangled flesh, they still roared in loathingly demonic heights, slaughtering as many as they could until their bodies fell apart at the seams. And even then, they eventually stitched themselves together, like a lizard did after it lost its tail, they regrew and continued the slaughter. Their rage was endless, as was their capacity to destroy.

They were evil given physical form.

The scene began to fade to black.

Issei threw himself awake with a start, sucking in air as if he had been strangled and released. Immediately, he began to frantically look around the room in search of something to help him make sense of what he had just witnessed.

"Issei?" Koneko questioned his sudden actions, waking from her sleep as soon as she heard the sound.

Issei looked at the girl quickly, her expression shifted immediately as he looked at her. There was… fear in her eyes.

Koneko looked at Issei and her body froze. Her chestnut-brown eyes stared back at something menacing, something that wasn't the Issei she had met yesterday. Emerald eyes, slit and fierce, pierced through her with a repressed rage she couldn't quite understand. Not looking at her, but through her. Like the eyes of a predator's on stalk.

And she felt the magic his body was releasing. Ancient, warm and destructive. While she still had none in her own body, she could never forget the feeling of magic. If he had magic in his body, where did it come from? Would she be able to get her own magic back as well?

"I had… this strange nightmare." Issei began, blinking his eyes and rubbing his temples as if he had a headache. When he looked back up at her, the piercing emerald eyes had vanished and were replaced by his natural brown. "I heard this strange voice, and it spoke in a strange language."

Koneko listened intently, she immediately thought back to the voice she had heard and wondered if it could have been the same as what she had heard. She chose to hold her tongue.

"It said 'we are the one who dwell within.' Whatever the hell that means. It doesn't matter, it was just a bad dream." Issei reasoned with himself, shaking the thoughts of the dream away.

He slowly made his way to his feet, the window behind him giving only a faint glow of light from the outside world. The sun was slowly rising outside, and surprisingly there weren't any storm clouds noticeable in the sky beyond the windowpane.

"At least it looks like a good day to travel." Issei added, hoping to get the shocked and panicked look out of the girl. "Did you get enough sleep?"

Koneko nodded her head in response.

"Alright. Then we will leave in an hour or so. If you want to shower and change into better clothes then go for it, but fair warning: the water will be very cold." Issei spoke, explaining his plan to Koneko as if he had thought about it for a while. Earning a nod, he began to walk towards the door with her plate and emptied glass of water in hand. "Alright, I'll come back when breakfast is ready. Let me know if you need anything."

As Issei moved back to the kitchen, he couldn't help but think about the events of today. What he would do, and how far he would go. He said his grandparent's house was in the mountains, and he hadn't been wrong. But it was more than a day's drive away. His grandparents were north in the Aomori part of Japan and driving along the coast would be the best option to avoid the highly contested toll roads.

Making his way into the kitchen, he sat the plates down in the sink. The boxes of green-tipped matches still sitting on the counter undisturbed. He reached for the box and moved to the gas-powered oven. He paused for a moment as he reached for the knob. Remembering what happened the last time he cranked the knob one-quarter of a turn, he decided to turn the knob by only a marginal amount. Surely, such a small amount wouldn't result in a beautiful fireball this time around.

He struck the match carefully against the side of the match box and repeated the process he did last night. Igniting the eye of the gas stove and creating a steady ring of controlled flames. Moving to the cabinet that right stored all the pots and pans, he took a large pot out and stared at it quizzically. An idea came to his mind.

He took the pot and began to walk back to Koneko, thinking of his genius idea to simply heat water in the pot. Yes, for a moment, he thought he was genius as he thought of something so simple to help Koneko avoid taking an ice-bath and potentially making herself sick. She didn't need to be both sick and injured. That made for a much worse situation to deal with.

Walking into the open door without a care in the world, he began to explain his idea.

"Koneko, I got this good idea. Super simple, but since I'm stupid I'm pretty proud of it! I can heat the cold water in this pot here and you can… use it." As Issei began to explain his idea, he trailed off as he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

Koneko stood in front of her bed, stripped down to her pink undergarments with a pink tint shaded onto her face. Yes, the girl finally made an expression that wasn't screamingly monotonous. She was embarrassed. And as a result, he was also embarrassed, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. So, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car, he stared at her. Studying her from head to toe, her slender physic. She was by no means as skinny as a stick, in fact it was the opposite, she had plenty of fleshy and 'meaty' parts on her in all the right places, all the places he couldn't help but pay special attention to.

A pair of knee socks adorned her legs, and he knew he was in troubled waters. Troubled waters that were only thigh-high, but still enough for his heartbeat to start quickening. He was so captivated, that he didn't even notice the absolute virgin-slaying girl curve her little spine with a spin to deliver a brutal sidekick to his midsection that sent him tumbling backwards.

It wasn't enough to send him to the floor, which meant the girl had held back to avoid injuring him, but he was still amazed. The girl seemed to know how to fight, and she had recovered enough to deliver such a nice kick. She was quick to recover, that was good. He looked back up at her, she hid behind the door, looking at him with an annoyed expression on her face.

He didn't mind though. He had already seen something great today. He always knew less was more, he just didn't know today would be proof of that belief.

"So… I guess you don't plan to bathe?" Issei asked, a small chuckle forming as the girl began to shake her head 'no.'

"Well then, since you can move around like that, I guess you feel better?" he asked again, this time earning a nod from the girl.

"Well, when you're done come in here for breakfast and we can get ready to leave. We will stop by my house on the way to get some supplies before we head to my grandparents." Issei explained to her, carefully standing back up onto his feet. The door that shielded Koneko from his eyes closed as he stood and moved his way back to the kitchen.

Sure, he was a little disappointed he couldn't have admired such a sight for longer, but he had much more pressing things to worry about. The voice in his nightmares came back to him again as he thought about Koneko in her cute pink underwear.

The valiant child of sin.

What did the voice mean? What did it mean by the scent of the Red Dragon was on him?

Sitting the pot aside, he placed a pan onto the flaming eyes of the stove top and moved to the steak that he had put back in the freezer. He was sure the raw meat kept for long enough in the freezer for them to eat it when cooked, but he couldn't help but think this was going to be the last decent meal he would have in a while.

He thought long and hard about the things he had seen in his nightmares. Things that could surely only exists in nightmares. He hoped.

He really hoped.

End of Chapter 3: Night Terror

Sorry for how long this took, and sorry for how short this chapter is. Truth is, I've gotten sick recently. Not covid, but it was enough to completely fuck my schedule up and leave me bed-ridden to the point of not wanting to move. I've had these horrible headaches, so my will to write has been pretty low for the past week, simply because it is kind of annoying to look at my computer screen.

Sorry if my editing is bad, I went through it pretty fast, but let me know your thoughts! (I also tried a "Said is Dead" challenge, so I used 'said' very few times. Next time I'll try to not use the word at all.

I am always happy to receive constructive criticism, but flaming this story is completely pointless, and even more so pointless if you flame based on 'personal preference.' If this story isn't your cup of tea, so be it, I don't want to know about it. But trolls will be trolls.

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